and oh yes … even with all the really bad stuff (and in my case I MEAN really bad stuff eg stuff my body does not absorb and is actually allergic to stuff) that I ate in the last 10 days at home (LOTS of white wheat bread [mmmm, with real butter], christmas pud [waaaaayyyy too many dried fruits!], shortbread, cream cheese, more cream cheese, oh, how about a little bit more cream cheese!), and the super attractive bloat thing this has left me with (extra rolls anybody?) I jumped on the scale last night (yes I know, after travelling for half the day, silly!) and only weighed .7kg more than when I went on hols – and that was gone by this morning (no details!) … so all in all, I”m pretty happy, especially as I still have the bloat, which will hopefully diminish over the next day or so, which means that I probably LOST weight while on Christmas holidays – how does that work?!?!?!?!?! Maybe my body turned over a new leaf and has yet to inform me?

well we’re back … after flat battery in dad’s car when he picked us up in NSW we landed in Launceston to a flat battery here! Actually, kind of hilarious, though it was late (8pm – thank goodness for daylight savings, would’ve been slightly less funny in the middle of winter!) and the RACT hadn’t shown up after 45 mins – luckily we got a jump start from a very nice airport employee and we made it home just before 11pm (it’s a 2 hour drive from the airport) … everything has grown, a LOT!

Looks like it’s going to be a busy day of lawn mowing, weeding, and general tidying up of the frowsty garden … but first order of business is to pick up JD the Wonder Dog from the kennel – his longest stay ever, 11 days – wonder if he’ll be talking to us?

it’s been a good year in lots of respects, and incredibly crappy in others (mainly healthwise) … but i think I have my mojo back … I was first awake this morning and have seen off the others and am, even now, before midnight, going to be last to bed … I’m back!

we had a really good last day of the year … we’re at the parentals and have spent the day running around picking up steel and piles of rubbish and putting them in places where things will happen (namely, being taken to the steel merchant to be sold, and being set on fire to help burn out old logs and stumps once the fire bans are off [remember it's summer here, even though we haven't been having the warm in nsw ... back in tas it's much better!] … we then proceeded to take down most of a giant wattle tree in the backyard, so dad can now build a cubby for the grandkids – when I say giant I mean giant – the 10foot stump is still there, and it has to be nearly 1.5 metres around … dad is the original gorilla man, practically hanging from his toes whilst wielding a chainsaw to take it down from the top down, so as to not destroy the lovely trees below it … mainly succeeded!

And it’s been a great holiday at home, lovely Christmas, my nephew came over for a sleepover çause we were here (he’s 8, how great is it he wanted to spend time with us!), I’ve caught up with a heap of friends – and hopefully two more tomorrow, and we’ve had a great time with mum and dad … what a great way to end the year!

I hope you all have had a wonderful last day of the year (or are heading into it!) and wish you all the best and (my traditional Christmas greeting) God’s richest blessings for the year ahead! Bring on 2012!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

well it has been a while … not going to be very interesting tonight either BUT I will do better!

no, don’t panic, I’m not single! I’m just by myself until Friday … well, by myself except for JD the Wonderdog!
Mr Tasmania has headed off on a well deserved 5 day break at crescent head http://www.visitnsw.com/town/Crescent_Head.aspx?utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term={keyword}&utm_campaign=AO%2BNorth%2BCoast&2473PSEM&gclid=CIOAzo2OgqsCFUpT4godBDUa3w with some mates (it’s finally the end of a very long second term!) and I’m still at work.

ah well, I don’t begrudge him his holiday, he totally deserves a break and will have fun with these mates (3 have just turned or are about to turn 40), and I’m having 4 days off next week so we get a break together, but i miss him
The best thinga about him going away is that he will be AWAY ie he won’t be mowing, whippersnipping, weeding, building, working on our new gates, working on stuff inside the house, working on stuff outside the house, doing pre work for term 3, working working working! He’ll actually play, surf, sit around, chat, have a beer, (hopefully not get sunburnt), get covered in sand, get hot (it’s supposed to rain but it’s still nearly 10degs C warmer than here at the mo’), eat, have more beer, talk more, read a book, surf some more … an actual real BREAK.

So, I can’t be too selfish and wish him back here when I know he’s having that good a break … but I kind of wish he could be in two places at once

It’s Census Night in Oz and Mr Tasmania and I have just completed our first Census Form together – an eCensus no less, half an hour, beginning to end. I like the Census, I like finding out all the stuff when results come out and knowing that my info will be of use in determining ‘stuff’ for my area and state and country in general.

Two interesting things – a large number of my answers were utterly different to those I gave in the last census – check back if you like and see where I was at in mid-2006 .. it wasn’t in Tasmania, and it wasn’t married, and it wasn’t a (mortgate holding) home owner, and it wasn’t working in aged care … lots of change!

Interesting thing two – the last question involves giving permission to have your personal information stored and then made available in 99 years … I said yes, he said no – INTERESTING! I guess, realistically, any question asked on the census you can ask me to my face and I”ll give you the answer (except possibly income … but probably!) .. and I also figure that in 99 years all my information will a) be boring and b) be findable anyway, so why would it matter?

So, anyway, we’ve been good citizens and done our duty … in just on half an hour

01/12/2008 – Plateau newly created

June 2011
Plateau almost complete … 3 rocks, garden, shrubs planted, grass happily spread and growing … the plantings over the edges will come in time but at least we look out on green not clay … 2 and half years brings so many changes …

I thought I should update re the revelation posted earlier.

We went home (remember, I use home for Tassie and the home I grew up in interchangeably, so don’t read anything into that ) for Easter and it was great. Just great, really really great

Seriously, the first time in literally 20+ years that I have come back from whereever I was and not felt conflicted and upset and churned up coming and going … the usual run of things is excitement to be heading home to see everyone, love it while I’m there, alternating with attacks of the irrits for no real reason, hating that I’m going but also sometimes relieved to be gone (relieved to be escaping the mad emotions I guess), then relieved to be back where I’d come from and then, the final thing, being irritable and discombobulated for a few days after getting back to ‘real’ life.

and then the whole series starts all over again the next time I head back to the old home turf.

This time? Nothing.

Loved it.

Was happy to be going, excited about seeing everyone, didn’t really get peeved at the airport in the 2 hour delay, loved being home, loved seeing everyone, just settled in and enjoyed it, had a good flight home (even with the one hour in the plane on the tarmac int he rain while we waited in line to take off … didn’t like that much but what can you do?!), the trip home was fine (2 hours from the airport), and the just a little readjustment angst – and that was more cause I only had 3 more days off more than anything else.

So, I think the aforementioned revelation has been totally confirmed!

Seriously, I’ve felt better ever since I had it … and that’s quite an amazing thing – go God!

On that other hand I’m now a crock as a result of a fall at work but hey, what’s life without a little drama?

I just tried to type in the wibsite address and typed in wibsite.vom! I’m sorry, that just struck me as hilarious!

so, no posting of late really … have been going through some major health issues in the last little while.

Gory details so won’t give any … suffice to say that I have been convinced (as have my parents) that while there is a definite physical side to my issues there is also an ongoing spiritual deal … but to find it?
That’s been the hard part.

To convince my dad that, over the years, I have absorbed their teaching (and that of many others) on healing and the spirit and am putting things into practice? Also been quite hard, but I think I’ve finally gotten through to him ….

Last night I had a glimmering, after an absolutely shocking day which included me breaking down a couple of times with the husband, with the mother on the phone, and with the doctor (not his day poor man, they had a seriously full surgery for a Saturday too!).

This morning? Well, I’d hesitate to call it a revelation, more properly possibly an unveiling, or a coalescence … things came together and it made sense … and, probably more importantly for the cynical and over practical side of me, I couldn’t talk myself out of it.

So I think I’ve finally got it.

I have worked through the possibilities of anger, envy, jealousy, and all the associated emotions but these have never quite hit the nail on the head. Today … I realised that my issues all stemmed from when I left home to go to university … and my heart broke.

Yes, it was only 2 hours away from home, and yes, for the first 6 months I came home EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND, and yes, my family visited me, and yes I phoned home (my poor parents, listening to me crying and unable to stop myself, and them unable to help) every night (I still talk to them at least once, if not twice, a day … but it’s a different kind of talking now!) …

And then, after moving back home after uni I fought tooth and nail to stay there, regardless of the fact that God was telling me all the time, and putting the things in place for me, to move to Sydney … my brothers, my sisters in law, my friends, all could not get through to me çause I was a country girl and I was staying at home … until I finally just couldn’t and had to move … and packed about 7 years of life into 2 .. the things that happened once I’d moved were amazing.

But I still went home as often as I could afford to, despite having great mates in Sydney, a great church, my brothers, sisters in law, and, ultimately, 2 of my nephews and my niece (not to mention my grandparents and much of my dad’s family, who had been there all along!) …. I always thought … no, I KNEW, I’d move back home to a little house and be happy, cause I was meant to live there …

And then I met Mr Tasmania … and finally my puzzle piece fit slotted into place and I married and moved 1200kms away from my family, out of my state, across another, across 400km’s of water, and into another state …. and one of his best mates died two days after I started working for the mates brother in law, and I hated that job so quite after a week, and my 3rd nephew (who made a not quite incognito appearance with his mum in my wedding party) was born and I wasn’t there and he wouldn’t get to know me like his brother and cousins did, and I couldn’t get another job, and I didn’t know a single soul, and who knew that living in another state was almost like living in another country?, especially when that state was so like that area you grew up in that it was at once both familiar and incredibly strange?

And now, after this morning, I can almost track the changes and ramping up in stages of my health issues which each move away from home. I have never understood my mates who could move away from their family and think nothing of it, who could move overseas and appear to prosper (I know, I’m sure there was heartbreak and homesickness, in fact I know there was, but they all seemed so capable of managing it and I didn’t understand it, I just never understood how they could do it).

I don’t regret for one single minute moving here, marrying Mr Tasmania, and starting my new life … I have my beautiful man, a great family, friends, a house, a dog, a shack, a decent job (which, whilst not the job of my dreams, is paying the mortgage and not quite boring me to death). I wouldn’t change it for the world.

But now I know, after this morning, that home is where the HEART is … and my heart is with God, and my husband, and my family … and God is always with me, my husband is mostly always with me, and my family, while they’re 1200km’s away, have not left me .. and I haven’t left them either, even though we’re not able to see each other at the drop of a hat.

So, a broken heart has led to a broken body. And now, hopefully, that I’ve worked this out (for an intelligent woman I’m VERY slow sometimes), and I have (as my mother said this morning) done the seemingly weird prayer of forgiveness for taking on this madness of thinking which was all my own and did not even the slightest bit come from God or my family or my friends, maybe now I can move on in the HEAD knowledge (I’ve always had the HEART knowledge) that God has hold of my heart and is my home and therefore I have never left home, nor will I ever leave home. Home is always with me.

I still have health issues to work on … or maybe I don’t, time will tell, and I’m all for miraculous healing, have heard AND seen too much of it not to be a believer. I’ll be fully content to go back to where I was at when I was 18 … not the best with dairy but otherwise okay .. but if full healing is the way to go I’m not going to knock it back! In the meantime I’ll deal with whatever I have to deal with on a day to day basis.

I already know there’s a change ….

Phew, that’s enough for now …

How on earth do people manage without God? Seriously?

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